Kelly and I's Very Wet Time

I was running back and forth, tidying up every little spot of my apartment. I rarely had company, which is why it was always such a mess. Of course, it would probably end up being a bigger mess later, what with me dying my own hair for the first time ever. I scooped up a few electronics that were on the floor into my hands and threw them in the closet. Just a few more things to do until- DING, DING!

"Open up, it's Kelly!" a high-pitched voice called from behind the door. I unlocked the door and opened it to find her with dozens of little bottles and bags practically overflowing out of her arms.

"Hey Danny!" she happily greeted. I took some of the stuff out of her arms to help her. She closed the door behind her with her foot. Kelly was short and skinny with light brown shoulder-length hair, hazel eyes and pale skin. She wore loose-fitting jeans and a plain white t-shirt. After putting our load onto the table, we plopped right down onto the couch.

"What, you bought out Wal-Mart's inventory?" I huffed.

"Hey, I just wanted to make sure we had everything we need! You're not the only one that's dying!" she snapped.

"Dying, hm?"

"Oh, shut up. You know what I mean." she rolled her eyes.

Within minutes, I could hear Kelly muttering the instructions on the back of the box to herself from behind the door.

We both agreed that she would go first and I would go in after, calling her if I needed help. I turned on the TV and turned the game console on. It could have been a half hour, but it seemed like only a minute or two when I heard the door open and felt steam come out of the room a few feet away.

"Alright, your turn!" she declared before going into a bedroom off to the side, probably to see how she looked in the larger mirror.

"Uh huh..." I mumbled, barely paying attention, enwrapped in the game. I hadn't even looked up. I beat the level I was on, then went into the bathroom. Not surprisingly, there were hair products and a very light brown sink in there. I looked at the bottles and dug through to the right one; I only wanted to make my hair a little lighter for the first time. As I applied everything and turned the water on, my thoughts drifted to Kelly. After all, she WAS the one who convinced me to do this in the first place. We had only met a few years back, but we forged a strong friendship right away. So strong, that I was never really willing to ask her out on a date or anything out of fear of ruining that great friendship. She had flirted with me a few times throughout the years, but I think that was more of her playful nature.

Halfway through washing the water out, I noticed a white t-shirt to the side. I mentally kicked myself for not cleaning up the apartment that well, but quickly realized that it was Kelly's! I saw that it was soaking wet, which is why she probably left it here to dry. Does that mean she was running around with no shirt...?

Either way, I was done. I did final washing and drying, and looked at myself in the mirror. I had successfully went from dark brown to slightly-brighter-than-dark-brown!

I threw open the door to declare how proud I was, and found Kelly on my couch, video game controller in one hand and the other in a bag of chips. It was her shirt that was on the floor; she was sitting there in her tan-colored bra and jeans!

"Your stats suck." she plainly stated, pointing to the screen. I did my absolute best to pay no attention to the fact she was running around with no shirt, but she must have seen me catch a glimpse.

And before you say anything about this," she pointed to her bra, "my shirt was absolutely soaked. Besides, we're friends here, right? No big deal, right? Besides, I thought you didn't like flatties." she laughed and pressed her elbows together so her (small, I guess she is an A or B) chest would protrude. I laughed along, trying to hide how suddenly turned on I was by the fact that my

friend of these few years was flirting like never before. I shrugged it off, and sat down beside her. I watched her play the game, and tried to catch a better glimpse at each chance I got. As sad as it sounds, I felt my blood spike and my heart rush each time one of us adjusted how we sat and her bare arm touched my own.

Kelly reached over for a quick drink of booze (hey, she raided that from MY fridge!), and as she removed it from her lips, her hand slipped and the bottle's contents spilled all over her.

"SHIT!" she jumped up and quickly wiped off what she could off of her bra and jeans.

"Uh, gimme a minute!" she seemed to panic. She ran into the room where I kept the washing machine. I heard it turn on only moments after she went in. I shrugged again, although I was curious why she was so concerned. Before I could wonder any more, a very embarrassed-sounding Kelly called from behind the door.

"Danny...?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you PROMISE not to laugh or do anything bad or ANYTHING?"

"Sure..." I responded without hesitating.

Kelly cracked open the door just a tiny bit, and just stuck her head out a bit.

"You sure...?" she squeeked.

"I promise." this time, it was moreso for our friendship instead of a "yeah sure whatever" type of thing. She sighed, and slowly opened the door. I made absolutely no facial expressions that gave away what I was thinking...

Kelly stood there in the doorway in JUST her panties!

"Ok, gimme a minute to explain. Those jeans were HUNDREDS OF DOLLARS. They're designer. You know I usually couldn't care less about that sort of thing, but they were a gift from a friend, Sasha. Meh, you might remember her." Kelly seemed less tense now that I showed little reaction, and she sat down on the side of the couch that DIDN'T have booze stains. So far, so still-we're-

friends-here. That would quickly change.

"As for the bra...laugh all you want, but it was my first ever. Memories!" she giggled. I laughed too, and when I looked at her in the eyes when we were talking, I realized that I must have had the most will-power ever.

We both stayed silent, staring at the screen, until a few moments later.

"You know what? Let's be fair. Strip!" she laughed.

"Wait, WHAT?" I could barely comprehend what I was hearing.

"Yep! Shirt and jeans gotta go! You wouldn't want me to feel EMBARASSED, would you?" she pouted and gave me puppy eyes. I blushed deeply, and heartily complied. My clothes were in a pile on the floor, and I was sitting there just in my black boxers. Kelly giggled, and I quickly discovered why: my boner was making a tent in my boxers!

"So he DOES like flat girls!" she laughed out loud. This time, my only response was a deep blush.

"Well...they're not THAT small..." Kelly thought out loud as she felt her tits. This time, I didn't even attempt to hide my stare. She caught me and our eyes locked. She grinned, licked her lips, and got off of the couch.

I couldn't believe this was happening! Kelly smoothly and quickly ran her hands down her body from her shoulders, to chest bone, to breasts, to nipples, to stomach, to naval, to thighs, to knees, and finally to feet. The entire time, her once-giddy smile was still there, but was now more lustful than cheerful.

She got down onto her knees, eying the tent in my boxers. She ran her hand over it, and the head of my cock was just barely poking out.

"Hmm, not bad, not bad." She giggled as she pulled my boxers down a bit to get a better look. She pulled them down to about my knees and got a good look at my cock and balls. I blushed there, not wanting to say anything that might change the situation.

She looked up at me, held my cock in one hand, looked at it, looked back at me one more time, then shoved my whole cock down her throat all at once! She looked me straight in the eyes as she did so and held it there for a moment. Her eyes were beginning to water up, and I was about to say something, but she pulled off all at once and immediately started gagging.

"God, I-I'm sorry!" she was still coughing and breathing in deeply.

"Kelly, what do you have to be sorry about? That was amazing! Never seen anything like it!" I teasingly patted her on the head. She smiled, but I felt bad seeing her reddened eyes after they had watered up.

"I think I deserve a little something after that." she sighed, sat back on the couch, and spread her legs. I was more than happy to give her that little something.

I got down on my knees in front of her, and set my eyes on her glistening pussy. I must have stared too long, because she got impatient.

"Hey, c'mon! Chop chop!" she teasingly commanded. I blushed, put my hands on her ass to lift her up a bit, and began licking.

Her body immediately shivered and she let a moan escape. I explored every spot of her pussy, making sure to find that perfect pleasure point. I licked on and around her clit most of the time, eliciting the strongest response; she would spread her legs wider, moan loudly, and push my head right into her. However, just to explore some more, I shoved my tongue right up her pussy, receiving a very loud gasp, an "OH!". She would buck her hips with pleasure.

"Oooh, fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!" was all Kelly would pant, unable to think of anything else in her pleasure-clouded mind. For a smart girl, she certainly seemed to lose it in bed.

"Danny! God, fuck me! I don't wanna cum with you eating me out, I want to have it with your thick cock inside me..." she panted. I responded by running into the bathroom, fumbling through the cabinet, and pulling out a condom. Kelly was in the same position as before.

"Bet you thought you'd never use that, huh?" she laughed. I rolled my eyes and blushed, clumsily putting it on. She patted the spot beside her.

"Here, I'll ride you." she stated as plainly as if she were telling the time. She was lazily rubbing her clit with one hand. I sat right down beside her, and she

wasted no time.

Kelly crawled on top of me, took a deep breath, and sat right down onto my cock! Her pussy was incredibly tight, I never felt anything like her! She moaned loudly, rubbing her clit with one hand and balancing with the other. I courteously gently moved her hand with my own so I could rub for her.

That hand went to one of her tits, and with my other hand, moved her hand so I could squeeze her (which I guessed was more of a B than A) tit and her nipple.

"Ooh, aren't you a gentleman." she giggled and she began to bob herself up and down. Each time she lifted herself up, almost to the head of my cock,

she'd let gravity drop herself right back down, no self-control. Each time I filled her up once more, she grunted, but a few minutes later, those little grunts turned to loud moans.

"Fuck, I'm almost...!" she moaned. She tensed her muscles, especially the ones around my cock. I took my hands off of Kelly's tit and clit and placed both on her ass and squeezed.

"DANNY!"

"KELLY!" we simultaneously screamed out. I filled the condom to the very brink with my cum, and Kelly bucked her hips hard as her juices came trickling down. We were both panting heavily, trying to catch our breaths.

Kelly stayed inside me and leaned over, pressing her chest up against mine( yep, definitely B-sized boobs). She looked up at me and giggled.

"Hey, your color came out pretty good." Kelly giggled.

"Yours too." I laughed. We sat there holding each other for a few minutes until she chipped in one more time.